so here goes... im not big on sharing, and prefer to write. this is a poem i wrote last week, its called noose and is about my ex boyfriend. hopefully ull be able to piece it together...
NOOSE
I string my thoughts together,
It weaves so beautifully into a...

Let me share some backround first so my self - piteous blab makes sense. I was born to parents way to young to have a child. Father left, Mom brought me up. Stepdad physically abused me, Mother popped pills till she would pass out constantly. I compulsively lied my way through...

when i was younger i didn't feel things the way i do now. my doctors and a few other folks i know say its a natural reaction to the loss of my legs and my brain compensating for it...
i don't know about all of that but either way its no biggie until the crazy kicks...